Fanfiction: Bobbie and Alec
Pairing: Max/Alec, Original Character
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is owned by James Cameron. Bobbie, Peter and all the characters that are not in the show belong to me.
AN: This is my first fanfic. Please be kind and review. Let me know if this is good or bad or if I should just stop writing this fic right now.
Normally, waking up at three in the morning would piss me off. I hate missing out on a good eight hours worth of sleep, so anybody waking me up is going to be in a world of hurt. I'll be cussing you and beating you up till next Tuesday. That said, when I opened my apartment door, I forgot to be angry and just let him in, no questions asked. While he settled on my couch, I busied myself with getting bandages and rubbing alcohol. I just let my eyes do the talking while I cleaned up his wounds. Finally, I had to say something.
"You just had to do it," I said, shaking my head as I pressed the alcohol drenched cotton swab against the wound on his lip. He flinched, to which I snapped, "Good. I hope it hurts, you fool. Of all the bone-headed things to do, you just had to do it." He started to open his mouth, but I continued, "Don't start telling me he started it. I don't care. If you can't settle things without resorting to fists, you should just stay away from him."
"Bob--," he began, his green eyes getting all big and sincere, but he kept quiet when I glared at him. He slumped against the couch, closing his eyes while I mopped up the blood from his hand. Once I felt satisfied that he was clean and wasn't going to suffer from brain damage, I put away my first aid kit and sat down beside him. We sat there for the longest time, encased in our own thoughts.
"Bobbie," he began again, "It just happened. One minute we were talking and the next thing I know, we were fighting."
"Uh huh," I said, pursing my lips and crossing my arms. I gave him a sharp look. He shrank before me, fidgeting just like he used to when we were little. I felt my heart melt a little, he looked like such a lost little boy, but no, I needed to get the entire story out of him. Therefore, resolve face.
"Okay, we may have been drinking…" he flushed deeply as he looked away at me. "I may have said something about him being stuck at Manticore." I groaned aloud and shook my head. That boy's mouth would be the death of him. "But he really started it with saying I wasn't good enough for Manticore and that just set me off, Bobbie. He, of all people should know how it was back there." There it was, the truth. I sighed and leaned against my couch. Out of the corner of my eye, the sun was rising. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was already six-thirty in the morning.
"You want some breakfast?" I asked, getting up and opening the refrigerator. There was still some apple juice left and a quick look into the freezer revealed two plain frozen bagels. I have got to go shopping this weekend. Looking back at my visitor, I fully intended on having him pay me back for waking me up so early with a little food shopping. What the heck I needed to buy some summer clothes, so some additional clothes shopping torture is in the works.
"All right, I've got some bagels and a little apple juice left over. You're going shopping with me this weekend, so eat up." I put the bagels into my rusty toaster and poured the juice into two tall glasses. He settled down at the small breakfast table next to the window.
"Bobbie, you need to learn how to cook," he said in between bites of the bagel I had handed him. I shrugged as I sat down and put a little butter on my bagel.
"I know how to cook," I said, with my mouth full and took a quick swallow of apple juice. I wrinkled my nose. It was a little warm. Time to talk to my landlord again.
"From a box," he retorted with a smart-assed grin. I could tell he was getting back into good spirits. He leaned against the wooden chair back, his arms, hanging loosely at the sides. "Bobbie, you've got to start cooking from scratch. Get that whole earth mother feel you've got going."
I shot him a dirty look, to which he only smirked. I liked him better when he was injured. "I do not have an earth mother feel. I'm just looking out for you. I just don't know how you made it out of Manticore for a year before I found you."
"I had Max."
"Ahh, yes, the little bitch who's got the co-dependent relationship," I said, with a roll of my eyes, "How is the little dear?"
"Still co-dependent," he replied, "Still a little bitch." His eyes turned downcast as he rapped his fingers against the table.
"Stop that," I said, slapping his hand, "That just drives me crazy."
He gave me another little grin, "I know."
We sat in silence for another few minutes. I stared out at the window, my view being the neighbors in the apartment across the street. I raised my eyebrows a bit when I saw the mother and father doing some serious PDA across their breakfast table.
"They're working on getting a cure…" I looked up from my view of Mr. Malone unbuttoning his pants and faced Alec. I picked up the remaining half of my butter-encrusted bagel and stuffed it into my mouth. Alec gave me a disgusted look.
Once I swallowed my bagel, I asked, "Who's getting a cure?"
"Max and Logan," Alec had a look of infinite patience written upon his face. "Logan thinks he's got a real cure this time."
"Like he was sure the other fifty times he had a cure," I countered. I was getting bored with this litany. I knew Alec was too, but something in his voice made me think. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're happy for those two. I know you're not."
He shrugged, "I don't know. I want Max to be happy, really I do, but it's just…"
"You don't want her to be happy with rich boy Cale?"
Alec sighed and nodded, "Yeah. Josh said the same thing." He groaned and rested his head against my table.
"You should listen to the dog-boy. Canines aren't considered man's best friend for nothing." I rose from my seat to wash the dishes. "Come on, get up off your lazy butt and help me clean up." Turning on the faucet, I washed, while Alec dried.
"I know," said Alec as he put away one of the dishes, "I can't stand it when she's with Logan. The guy's only in the whole transgenic thing because of her. He could care less about the rest of us."
"The man's in love," I felt the bile rise in my mouth as I said it. What I saw of Logan didn't endear the man to me at all. "He cares about Max and you have to admit his contact with Eyes Only helps spread the word about transgenics."
"Yeah, but it's like when he talks about transgenics, he's not talking about you or me or even Mole…"
"Mole?"
"Lizard guy with Fidel Castro look."
"Ahh."
"When he talks about transgenics," Alec continued, warming up to his topic, "he only sees one thing: Max. Not everyone in Terminal City is like Max."
"Thank goodness for small favors," I said, handing him a glass to dry. Alec rolled his yes at me.
"Bobbie, be serious."
"I am and I can't believe you're telling me to be serious! I still don't get why you're so hung up on her." Alec glared at me, but I continued, "Don't tell me how wonderful and sweet and what a great leader she is. That's bull and you know it. She's a niner. She'll never understand what you and I went through." I slammed the last dish in my hand so hard it broke. Looking at the shattered dish, I growled, "Damn! That was my favorite plate! Practically an antique!"
"Let me take a look," said Alec, reaching over to pick up the pieces. He held the shards in his hands, giving them a thoughtful look. "Nothing a little crazy glue can't fix."
"The stores are out of crazy glue. Gonna have to get it off the black market." I wiped the tears from my eyes. I loved that plate. It had strawberry shortcake on it and it was an anniversary edition that came out before the Pulse. Alec gave me a wicked grin and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Lucky for you, I just happen to know a couple of guys who can score you a couple of tubes." Against my will, I had to laugh. Alec's grin widened as he gave me a quick hug, "I knew I could get you to laugh. My work here is done." Shaking my head, I said, "Why Max hasn't woken up and smelled the transgenic coffee is beyond me. God, Alec, if you could just let yourself move on…"
He frowned and stepped away from me. I felt a cold breeze pass and I didn't think it came from the open window. "Bobbie…" his voice was ragged, warning me not to say anything.
"Alec, we've had this conversation too many times over the last year," I said leaning against the kitchen counter, "I love you like a brother and I hate seeing you get hurt. When I see you mooning over Max, you're hurting yourself. Unless that girl gets a big piano dropped on her head, she's not going to drop Logan, no matter how many times he acts like an ass."
"That's about 99.9 percent of the time."
"Precisely and getting into fistfights with Jeremiah and drinking your life away isn't helping either."
"Bobbie…"
"Look, little brother," Alec winced as I used the secret nickname I gave him when we were kids, "You've got a good brain and a good heart. Someday, some lucky girl is going to see that and that girl just might not be Max. Think about it."
"Bobbie…"
"Promise me," I said, crossing my arms and giving him my best Manticore glare. Alec sighed and nodded.
"All right. I promise."
"Good. Now, get out of here before Peter sees you."
"Still haven't told him about me, huh?"
"Nope and you're not opening your mouth. So, scoot."
"Bobbie, I can't believe he doesn't know."
I sighed. As many times as Alec and I have talked about his attraction to Max, there have been just as many when I have talked to him about my relationship with Peter. "Alec, I just haven't found the right time. He's getting through exams at the local college and things have been rough. Jobs are hard to find out there."
"I know." Alec gave me a pointed look. Ever since the hostage event at his old job as a bike messenger, Alec had been supporting himself with petty burglaries. No employers wanted to hire a transgenic, especially one as obvious as Alec.
"Look, one of these days, when things are better, I'll tell him. Until then, get out and keep your mouth shut." I started to push Alec out of the kitchen and out the door.
"All right. All right," said Alec, turning himself around to face me as he stood in the hallway in front of my apartment. I had my hands on my hips and was about to yell at him some more when I gave a little gasp. He turned around to see Peter walking up the stairs.
"Bobbie?" Peter had a quizzical look on his face as he stepped up next to Alec. I could see that Alec was itching to open his mouth.
"Hi, Peter," I said, giving him a brilliant smile, "How was school?"
"Fine," he replied, his dark brown eyes glancing between Alec and me. "How you doing?"
"I'm good. Come on in. This guy was just leaving." I gave Alec a pointed look. Wisely, he said, "Yeah. I was just leaving. I'm selling a couple of copies of the watchtower, would you like one?" Peter looked flabbergasted as I dragged him into the apartment and gave Alec a "you are so dead" look. Slamming the door, I could hear Alec's laughter ringing down the hallway.
Pairing: Max/Alec, Original Character
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is owned by James Cameron. Bobbie, Peter and all the characters that are not in the show belong to me.
AN: This is my first fanfic. Please be kind and review. Let me know if this is good or bad or if I should just stop writing this fic right now.
Normally, waking up at three in the morning would piss me off. I hate missing out on a good eight hours worth of sleep, so anybody waking me up is going to be in a world of hurt. I'll be cussing you and beating you up till next Tuesday. That said, when I opened my apartment door, I forgot to be angry and just let him in, no questions asked. While he settled on my couch, I busied myself with getting bandages and rubbing alcohol. I just let my eyes do the talking while I cleaned up his wounds. Finally, I had to say something.
"You just had to do it," I said, shaking my head as I pressed the alcohol drenched cotton swab against the wound on his lip. He flinched, to which I snapped, "Good. I hope it hurts, you fool. Of all the bone-headed things to do, you just had to do it." He started to open his mouth, but I continued, "Don't start telling me he started it. I don't care. If you can't settle things without resorting to fists, you should just stay away from him."
"Bob--," he began, his green eyes getting all big and sincere, but he kept quiet when I glared at him. He slumped against the couch, closing his eyes while I mopped up the blood from his hand. Once I felt satisfied that he was clean and wasn't going to suffer from brain damage, I put away my first aid kit and sat down beside him. We sat there for the longest time, encased in our own thoughts.
"Bobbie," he began again, "It just happened. One minute we were talking and the next thing I know, we were fighting."
"Uh huh," I said, pursing my lips and crossing my arms. I gave him a sharp look. He shrank before me, fidgeting just like he used to when we were little. I felt my heart melt a little, he looked like such a lost little boy, but no, I needed to get the entire story out of him. Therefore, resolve face.
"Okay, we may have been drinking…" he flushed deeply as he looked away at me. "I may have said something about him being stuck at Manticore." I groaned aloud and shook my head. That boy's mouth would be the death of him. "But he really started it with saying I wasn't good enough for Manticore and that just set me off, Bobbie. He, of all people should know how it was back there." There it was, the truth. I sighed and leaned against my couch. Out of the corner of my eye, the sun was rising. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was already six-thirty in the morning.
"You want some breakfast?" I asked, getting up and opening the refrigerator. There was still some apple juice left and a quick look into the freezer revealed two plain frozen bagels. I have got to go shopping this weekend. Looking back at my visitor, I fully intended on having him pay me back for waking me up so early with a little food shopping. What the heck I needed to buy some summer clothes, so some additional clothes shopping torture is in the works.
"All right, I've got some bagels and a little apple juice left over. You're going shopping with me this weekend, so eat up." I put the bagels into my rusty toaster and poured the juice into two tall glasses. He settled down at the small breakfast table next to the window.
"Bobbie, you need to learn how to cook," he said in between bites of the bagel I had handed him. I shrugged as I sat down and put a little butter on my bagel.
"I know how to cook," I said, with my mouth full and took a quick swallow of apple juice. I wrinkled my nose. It was a little warm. Time to talk to my landlord again.
"From a box," he retorted with a smart-assed grin. I could tell he was getting back into good spirits. He leaned against the wooden chair back, his arms, hanging loosely at the sides. "Bobbie, you've got to start cooking from scratch. Get that whole earth mother feel you've got going."
I shot him a dirty look, to which he only smirked. I liked him better when he was injured. "I do not have an earth mother feel. I'm just looking out for you. I just don't know how you made it out of Manticore for a year before I found you."
"I had Max."
"Ahh, yes, the little bitch who's got the co-dependent relationship," I said, with a roll of my eyes, "How is the little dear?"
"Still co-dependent," he replied, "Still a little bitch." His eyes turned downcast as he rapped his fingers against the table.
"Stop that," I said, slapping his hand, "That just drives me crazy."
He gave me another little grin, "I know."
We sat in silence for another few minutes. I stared out at the window, my view being the neighbors in the apartment across the street. I raised my eyebrows a bit when I saw the mother and father doing some serious PDA across their breakfast table.
"They're working on getting a cure…" I looked up from my view of Mr. Malone unbuttoning his pants and faced Alec. I picked up the remaining half of my butter-encrusted bagel and stuffed it into my mouth. Alec gave me a disgusted look.
Once I swallowed my bagel, I asked, "Who's getting a cure?"
"Max and Logan," Alec had a look of infinite patience written upon his face. "Logan thinks he's got a real cure this time."
"Like he was sure the other fifty times he had a cure," I countered. I was getting bored with this litany. I knew Alec was too, but something in his voice made me think. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're happy for those two. I know you're not."
He shrugged, "I don't know. I want Max to be happy, really I do, but it's just…"
"You don't want her to be happy with rich boy Cale?"
Alec sighed and nodded, "Yeah. Josh said the same thing." He groaned and rested his head against my table.
"You should listen to the dog-boy. Canines aren't considered man's best friend for nothing." I rose from my seat to wash the dishes. "Come on, get up off your lazy butt and help me clean up." Turning on the faucet, I washed, while Alec dried.
"I know," said Alec as he put away one of the dishes, "I can't stand it when she's with Logan. The guy's only in the whole transgenic thing because of her. He could care less about the rest of us."
"The man's in love," I felt the bile rise in my mouth as I said it. What I saw of Logan didn't endear the man to me at all. "He cares about Max and you have to admit his contact with Eyes Only helps spread the word about transgenics."
"Yeah, but it's like when he talks about transgenics, he's not talking about you or me or even Mole…"
"Mole?"
"Lizard guy with Fidel Castro look."
"Ahh."
"When he talks about transgenics," Alec continued, warming up to his topic, "he only sees one thing: Max. Not everyone in Terminal City is like Max."
"Thank goodness for small favors," I said, handing him a glass to dry. Alec rolled his yes at me.
"Bobbie, be serious."
"I am and I can't believe you're telling me to be serious! I still don't get why you're so hung up on her." Alec glared at me, but I continued, "Don't tell me how wonderful and sweet and what a great leader she is. That's bull and you know it. She's a niner. She'll never understand what you and I went through." I slammed the last dish in my hand so hard it broke. Looking at the shattered dish, I growled, "Damn! That was my favorite plate! Practically an antique!"
"Let me take a look," said Alec, reaching over to pick up the pieces. He held the shards in his hands, giving them a thoughtful look. "Nothing a little crazy glue can't fix."
"The stores are out of crazy glue. Gonna have to get it off the black market." I wiped the tears from my eyes. I loved that plate. It had strawberry shortcake on it and it was an anniversary edition that came out before the Pulse. Alec gave me a wicked grin and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Lucky for you, I just happen to know a couple of guys who can score you a couple of tubes." Against my will, I had to laugh. Alec's grin widened as he gave me a quick hug, "I knew I could get you to laugh. My work here is done." Shaking my head, I said, "Why Max hasn't woken up and smelled the transgenic coffee is beyond me. God, Alec, if you could just let yourself move on…"
He frowned and stepped away from me. I felt a cold breeze pass and I didn't think it came from the open window. "Bobbie…" his voice was ragged, warning me not to say anything.
"Alec, we've had this conversation too many times over the last year," I said leaning against the kitchen counter, "I love you like a brother and I hate seeing you get hurt. When I see you mooning over Max, you're hurting yourself. Unless that girl gets a big piano dropped on her head, she's not going to drop Logan, no matter how many times he acts like an ass."
"That's about 99.9 percent of the time."
"Precisely and getting into fistfights with Jeremiah and drinking your life away isn't helping either."
"Bobbie…"
"Look, little brother," Alec winced as I used the secret nickname I gave him when we were kids, "You've got a good brain and a good heart. Someday, some lucky girl is going to see that and that girl just might not be Max. Think about it."
"Bobbie…"
"Promise me," I said, crossing my arms and giving him my best Manticore glare. Alec sighed and nodded.
"All right. I promise."
"Good. Now, get out of here before Peter sees you."
"Still haven't told him about me, huh?"
"Nope and you're not opening your mouth. So, scoot."
"Bobbie, I can't believe he doesn't know."
I sighed. As many times as Alec and I have talked about his attraction to Max, there have been just as many when I have talked to him about my relationship with Peter. "Alec, I just haven't found the right time. He's getting through exams at the local college and things have been rough. Jobs are hard to find out there."
"I know." Alec gave me a pointed look. Ever since the hostage event at his old job as a bike messenger, Alec had been supporting himself with petty burglaries. No employers wanted to hire a transgenic, especially one as obvious as Alec.
"Look, one of these days, when things are better, I'll tell him. Until then, get out and keep your mouth shut." I started to push Alec out of the kitchen and out the door.
"All right. All right," said Alec, turning himself around to face me as he stood in the hallway in front of my apartment. I had my hands on my hips and was about to yell at him some more when I gave a little gasp. He turned around to see Peter walking up the stairs.
"Bobbie?" Peter had a quizzical look on his face as he stepped up next to Alec. I could see that Alec was itching to open his mouth.
"Hi, Peter," I said, giving him a brilliant smile, "How was school?"
"Fine," he replied, his dark brown eyes glancing between Alec and me. "How you doing?"
"I'm good. Come on in. This guy was just leaving." I gave Alec a pointed look. Wisely, he said, "Yeah. I was just leaving. I'm selling a couple of copies of the watchtower, would you like one?" Peter looked flabbergasted as I dragged him into the apartment and gave Alec a "you are so dead" look. Slamming the door, I could hear Alec's laughter ringing down the hallway.